Chapter Four
By midday, the sun was relentless. Chloe could feel her skin sizzling, and desperately sought the cover of shade.
They headed in the direction the stableboy had pointed, their clothes drying relatively quickly in the heat. Chloe led the way as they made for the trees, questioning the shaman’s wisp in her mind as to where the hell he had been over the last few days.
Research was all she had managed to pull from him, and she left it at that. She had learned since discovering Shaman Decaru’s hut outside of Oakston that questions didn’t get her anywhere. He was a mysterious sort, and Chloe still remembered her feeling of dislocation when the shaman had somehow flipped the house around so she was sitting on the ceiling, before falling ungracefully to the floor.
When they reache
